We went to the mountains yesterday for a “road trip”—you know, those one-day trips with no particular destination in mind, but with a couple of planned stops along the way. We went to get apples. Now, I know I could have saved a LOT of gas money and probably have bought the apples cheaper at the local grocery store, but these are NORTH CAROLINA MOUNTAIN APPLES! We came home with 1-1/2 pecks of different apples—Cameo, golden delicious, Pink Lady, Winesap. . . .
Oh, and a dozen apple cider doughnuts.
Next stop—Linville Falls. I do enjoy a good walk through the mountains especially if there is a fast-running stream or river, some rapids, and a waterfall or two involved. Linville Falls has it all. There is a nice, but small, book store/souvenir shop and clean restrooms at the visitors center, a map that you can take with you (although I admit that I didn’t consult the trail map very much), and well-planned trails and “roads” to follow. Because of HIS plantar warts, we did not walk all the trails, but we did go to the upper falls. Beautiful!
The river and falls are named for William Linville, an early resident of North Carolina. He and his son and their hunting party were killed by a tribe of Native Americans. The Linvilles were out on an extended hunting trip. Historians speculate that they were killed to prevent them from warning the Cherokee who lived in the area of an impending attack and perhaps to take the supply of furs the Linvilles most likely had as a result of their expedition. It’s a sad story, to be sure, but an interesting bit of history as well.
The falls are fascinating, really, not only for the story, but also for the interesting rock formations. I love texture, shape, and line, and these rocks certainly provide all the above. I am even fascinated by the monochromatic tones of grays, whites, and blacks. Of course, the autumn leaves provide additional pops of color that complement the scene.
And of course, I took the “portrait of a posy”. I do love to find wildflowers, no matter the season.
My picture number was low for me—only 46 images from this trip. Perhaps I am becoming more selective and discerning when it comes to snapping the shutter. I know that I pause more often when I put the camera to my eye to make sure that I am taking the picture that I really want. Contemplative practices like pausing before pressing the shutter are truly influencing the way I photograph things, especially nature.